Naughty Stephanie Chapter 1

Chapter One: ———————————————————–


Stephanie examined herself in the mirror with a critical eye. She was a bit tall, and a bit skinny. Those were on the minus side. On the plus side her face was adorably cute, with wide green eyes. She had an hourglass body, with big, firm full breasts that sat high on her chest and didn’t sag even the slightest. Her waist was tiny and gave way to a pair of smoothly rounded hips and a perfect pair of half moon buttocks.

Her hair was a flaming dark copper red. She wasn’t sure if that was on the plus or the minus side. It was full and thick and long, flowing over her shoulders and coming mid-way down her back. She would’ve preferred blonde, but at least red was better than brown, which was all too common.

She looked, as far as she could see, fantastic, when naked. She’d seen her father and brother’s porno magazines, and seen the girls at school in the showers and locker rooms, and as far as she could see her body was better than any of them.

Still, she had a nice wardrobe for when she wasn’t naked. She preferred greens and blacks, to go with her hair. And she liked dress pants and jackets. Stevie liked showing off her body, but also liked to be seen as dignified. She wanted people to respect her.

Sometimes she was a bit of a cock tease, and had short, tight skirts and tight tops that let her long hard nipples poke out in an obvious way. Most girls went through that phase, which never entirely ended. They all liked to think they could turn on any guy who looked at them, whenever they wanted to.

School was over for the day and Stevie was planning on spending a couple of hours at the mall. First she had to select what to wear. After careful study of her open closet, she pulled on a pair of tight jeans and a shiny green shirt that snapped down the front. She tied it under her breasts to expose her tiny waist, and headed out the door.

Of course, she wanted to look sexy underneath as well as on the surface, so she was wearing a matching black lace bra and panty set. She wasn’t planning on anybody seeing it just then, but it would give her an added feeling of sexiness. She liked to feel sexy.

She went downstairs with her hair carefully brushed, her makeup set and her clothes accenting her hourglass body, all set for a few hours of preening and posing at the mall, when who should come home early but her Dad. He wasn’t due until six, and it was three thirty.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked.

“Got off early because the air-conditioning is busted,” he grinned, tossing his briefcase into the closet.

“Well, uh, I’m going to the mall.”

“Oh no you don’t,” he grinned. He folded his big bear arms around her slender body and pulled her into his chest. Jack McNeil was a big guy, an ex-jock with good, rugged looks and a muscular body.

“Did you do your homework?” he frowned.

“Dadddyyyyy,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.

“And did you clean up your room like I ordered you to?”

Stevie’s heart gave a little flutter and she felt her pussy starting to warm up.

“Noooo,” she sighed.

“You know what that means, then, don’t you?”

“Are… are you going to spank me, Daddy?” she gulped, her eyes widening. She could feel her nipples rapidly hardening, her breasts swelling with excitement.

“Don’t you think you deserve a spanking, you bad girl?”

She couldn’t speak. Her body fairly crackled with sexual electricity. After a few seconds she managed to bob her head slightly.

“Pull down your pants and bend over,” he said, licking his lips.

Stevie felt her head pounding as her hands went to her tight jeans. She slowly opened them then peeled them down over her rounded hips, then down her thighs to her ankles. She turned and started to bend over for him.

“Wait a minute,” he said, his voice stem. “What kind of underwear is that you’re wearing'”

“I uh, I got it because it’s sexy, Daddy,” she said, her voice a gasp.

“Sexy? Why would you need sexy underwear? Nobody will see it for years yet, not until you’re married. “

“I… I just wanted it, Daddy,” she said, her skin starting to turn red.

“You aren’t doing dirty things with boys are you?” he said suspiciously.

“No, Daddy,” she lied.

“I don’t want my daughter wearing filthy underwear like that. Take it off,” he ordered.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her body pulsing with sexual fire.

She straightened again, then tugged off her jeans. Her thumbs slipped into the thin elastic waistband of her panties, then slowly peeled them down as she bent over. Her face flushed red as she bared her lovely round bottom, knowing her father’s eyes were boring into her naked ass.

She pulled the panties off and stood there, bent over.

“Are you wearing a bra?” He asked, his voice sounding thick. “I warned you before not to go outside without a bra.”

“I got one, Daddy, just like the panties,” she said, barely able to speak.

“A slutty black thing, like the panties?” He growled.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Take it off this instant,” he ordered.

She straightened again, then undid her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders. Her back was to him, and her skin was blushing deeply. As often as he had spanked her and her sister Paige in the past few years, she was still embarrassed to be seen naked by him.

She removed her bra, then bent over again. But her father moved away from behind her, going over to the chair in front of her and sitting down.